原文作者Hal Borland（哈尔·博兰德）本文源自《2000年纽约时报文集》。现进行翻译，供大家阅读。

　　The January wind has a hundred voices. It can scream, it can bellow, it can whisper, and it can sing a lullaby（摇篮曲）. It can roar through the leafless oaks and shout down the hillside, and it can murmur in the white pines rooted among the granite ledges where lichen（地衣） makes strange hieroglyphics（象形文字，象形符号）.

　　一月的风有千百种声音。它时而尖啸，时而怒号，时而低语，还能哼起摇篮曲。它能呼啸着穿过光秃秃的橡树，冲下山坡大声呼喊，还能在长满地衣、刻着奇异象形文字的花岗岩峭壁间，于白松间低吟浅唱。

　　It can whistle down a chimney and set the hearth（壁炉地面；炉边）-flames to dancing. On a sunny day it can pause in a sheltered spot and breathe a promise of spring and violets. In the cold of a lonely night it can rattle the sash（（门、窗的）框格，窗扇 ） and stay there muttering of ice and snowbanks and deep-frozen ponds.

　　它能顺着烟囱呼啸而下，让炉火欢快地跳跃。在阳光明媚的日子里，它能在避风处停歇，轻声许诺春天和紫罗兰的到来。在寒冷孤寂的夜晚，它能摇动窗框，在那里喃喃诉说冰天雪地和冰封的池塘。

　　Sometimes the January wind seems to come from the farthest star in the outer darkness, so remote and so impersonal（冷淡的；没有人情味的） is its voice. That is the wind of a January dawn, in the halflight（微光） that trembles between day and night.

　　有时，一月的风仿佛来自外太空最遥远的星辰，它的声音如此遥远，不带丝毫感情。那是一月黎明的风，在昼夜之间摇曳的微光中吹拂。

　　It is wind that merely quivers the trees, its force sensed but not seen, a force that might almost hold back the day if it were so directed. Then the east brightens, and the wind relaxes the stars, its source, grown dim.

　　是风在轻轻摇曳着树木，人们能感觉到它的力量，却看不见它。如果风有意，它几乎能阻挡白昼的到来。接着，东方渐亮，风也不再那么强劲，而作为它源头的星辰，光芒已然黯淡。

　　And sometimes the January wind is so intimate that you know it came only from the next hill, a little wind that plays with leaves and puffs at chimney smoke and whistles like a little boy with puckered（使（嘴唇等）皱起） lips. It makes the little cedar（雪松） trees quiver, as with delight. It shadow-boxes with the weather-vane. It tweaks（扭，扯） an ear, and whispers laughing words about crocuses and daffodils, and nips the nose and dances off.

　　有时，一月的风是如此亲昵，你能感觉到它不过是从近旁的小山坡吹来。这微风逗弄着树叶，轻拂着烟囱冒出的烟，还像个撅着嘴的小男孩一样吹着口哨。它让雪松树欢快地颤动，与风向标比划着拳脚。。它扯扯你的耳朵，笑着低语番红花和水仙的消息，轻咬一下你的鼻子，然后蹦蹦跳跳地跑开了。

　　But you never know, until you hear its voice, which wind is here today. Or, more important, which will be here tomorrow.

　　但在听到风声之前，你永远不知道今天来的是哪一阵风。或者，更重要的是，明天又会是哪一阵风。